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 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
I love rainbows and unicorns.
I'm sorry about this my friends got a hold of my phone and had access to my account without supervision and they are really insane and extremely annoying. This poem will be deleted as soon as I get into my laptop because right now my phone isn't letting me delete it for some reason. apologies once again. ...I think my friends were dropped as children...
The best option 
to live well is
to love well.
See and enjoy
Some beautiful things 
are untouchable
like rainbow
My dreams
are. shattered
like a fallen mirror
under the gravity of law
Nonetheless,
the images have
multiplied manifold
which I preserve 
as kaleidoscope
of my love for you
till you and I
cross over minority
Don't break your head
Give it a break it deserves.
 Dec 2014
Jackie B
There is a place

I know there is

Not one not many

But all and every

You can go there

I can too

Where grass is green

And skies are blue

There’s no train

Chugging churning rocking the land

No people rushing

To beat the drops of sand

Instead people fall with them

Accepting the ride

And holding hands

Swimming with the tide

Smiling

as wind blows their hair

to

and

fro

They’ve all realized that there’s nowhere to go.

And so they

smile and laugh and play

They know that

this is their only day

Sometime soon

the sun will set

The crops will dry

Only one thing will be wet

Their hearts,their mouths, their blood, their gore

But not to worry

Sometime soon

it will be no more.

Be no more they say be no more

Than what you are, that is your chore

As a living mortal

You see the paradox

Your hands wave round

like a ticking clock

But

all batteries die

and all hearts stop to beat

So know, dear child,

you only have two feet

Do what you can in all that you do

But remember dear child what you do isn’t you.
Your future is in your hands
Let it not slip into others'
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
I left that Elementary school so relieved
Because killing myself hadn't been successful
And I just wanted to escape
Even after the rope didn't work
I somehow lasted
To the end of the year
I was eleven then.
I hoped the next time I saw you
I would look pretty
I could show you
I am more than just
The ugly girl in the back row
Who doesn't own clothes as nice as yours
Never had a pretty face
Never wore make up
Because she wasn't allowed in the sixth grade
Who wasn't a flawless dancer like you
And was endlessly depressed
Who hated herself more than anyone else
Although there were close seconds
I wanted to be really pretty, and really skinny, with friends
Three things I never had in Elementary
More importantly though,
I wanted to be smiling the next time I saw you
To prove I could be happy
Because I didn't laugh that entire last year
In fact, I smiled only 8 times in total
I hoped to maybe have a boyfriend
Because the boy I liked for 7 years
Liked you
I saw you that very first day
And as usual
You acted like we never knew each other
I looked pretty ******
I felt fat in the shirt I was wearing
And you were dressed so much prettier than me
My friends were elsewhere
So it looked like I was still a loner
I was having a bad make up day
And I was in a bad mood
So I wasnt smiling.
I guess "Goth girl"as you used to call me
If I wore black shoes that day
The suicidal loser that everyone hated
Doesn't look like she's changed much to you, does she.
She wins again, of course. As usual.
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
I see your face everyday in the crowd
I never say hi, of course. We were never really friends.
I consider giving a tight smile, you know
Just to be polite
After all, we did sit in the same classroom for two years
After all, we have known each other's names since kindergarten
But your friends all hated me
I don't know if you did
But I sure never remember you sticking up for me
Anyway
Now I see you everyday
And just like you used to
You pretend I don't exist
And just like you used to, you look perfect, you're pretty and popular
All the boys want your number
And I don't mind
It's just that, well
I still find myself
Jealous
Because I will never ever
Be like you
And that's the only thing I ever wanted
Way back then
When you at least said hi
Awkwardness with people I used to kind of know...
Major source of
food for thought 
for poets
appears to be
natural love 
and lovely nature
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